Don’t ask me. It was one of those things where you’re bored so you pull out an old work for fun + work on some skills and then the imagination tells your hands to do things but your hands are like “No sir, no sir… I am staging a coup”…. and then before you know it all the tea is upside down and there’s a chicken in the bathtub.
I kind of turned him in to a shirtless dandy? …………….no comment. Fenris has no comment either. :P
“Still working?” You had let yourself into Thomas’ house and now sat on his bed which separated his study and the parlor.
“Yes, I fixing details on a new plan to propose to Washington tomorrow.” He was ruffling around with papers and hadn’t looked up at you. When he did, however, a huge grin spread across my face. “Though the sight of you in my bed makes me think I should take a break.” He walked over to you and kissed your hand.
“Sir. We talked about this. I’ve been given to another.” You avoided his gaze.
“I know, and I said i would try didn’t I?” He gave you a meaningful look.
“Maybe I should go…” You got up from his bed.
“No stay please.” he grabbed your arm lightly. You looked down, and realized what he was doing and pulled it away. “I just have a few things to finish up and then we can do something together. okay?” His eyes were pleading with you. You sighed and agreed. He nodded and went back to his desk. Almost instantly you could hear the distinct sound of a quill scratching against paper.
You wandered over his bookshelves and started looking at the many different titles. You let your hand wander across the spines of several of them. You glanced at Thomas. He was hunched over his desk in a position you knew would ruin his back if he stayed that way too long. Loose curls fell all around his face, and his brows were furrowed in intense concentration. You smiled at the familiar scene.
You picked out a few books, read some lines, and decided that you weren’t in the mood for them. You prided yourself on your intelligence, and Thomas always said he admired a woman who wasn’t afraid to say she’s knows more than a man. You finally decided on Night Thoughts by Edward Young and settled in the large armchair next to a window in his study. You brought your legs up onto the chair and sat in a rather improper, but comfortable position. The book was splayed in your lap and you began to read the though provoking quotes.
Soon you found yourself gazing out the window. It was late afternoon and the sun was shining directly through the window onto your skin. The warmth felt so good. You felt Thomas’ gaze on you and turned to see him staring. He quickly looked away and started working again. You sighed. This situation was horrible. You knew how Thomas felt about you, though he never expressly said so because he never got the chance. You and Thomas had grown very close, and your sure that he had been about to ask permission to court you, when your father told you had found a wealthy husband and that you were to marry him in two months time. You were completely dismayed but nothing matched Thomas’ face when you told him. That was when your heart really broke, but you knew that you had to do this. This man has money and status. That’s what your family needs.
So does Thomas. A voice in your head said. Thomas has immense wealth, and he’s Secretary of State for God’s sake.
You shook the thought from your head. It was a done deal. Arrangements had already been made. The rational part of you told you stop coming to Thomas’s estate like this, as though nothing had changed, but the emotional part of you couldn’t keep your feet from walking out the door.
“Edward Young?” Thomas had stood up. His desk was no longer in disarray. You nodded at him. He kneeled down by your chair so he was just below eye level with you. “One of my favorites. ‘How blessings brighten as they take their flight.’” You recognized the quote. You also recognized the deep meaning it had for both of you at that moment. His eyes were so intense as they looked up at you. You had to stop this before you got carried away.
“’A man of pleasure is a man of pains’” You quoted back. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Such intelligence to match such beauty.” he said quietly, but you still heard it, not sure if you were meant to. His eyes were so bright in the waning light, and it killed you inside.
You are engaged to another. You reminded yourself.
You glanced out the window. The sky was orange at the horizon and it was turning a deep blue higher in the sky.
“I should really go.” You only just realized how late it was.
“Must you? I feel like you’ve only just arrived, my dear.” Thomas was at his desk again, putting papers in his briefcase.
“I know Mr. Jefferson, but I can’t be caught at another man’s house this late. Even if his intentions are pure.” You rose from the chair and put the book back in it;s rightful spot.
“Are my intentions pure though, Y/N?” You turned around quickly, shocked not only by his sudden use of your first name but also what his words implied. He wasn’t looking at you. He stared down at his desk, both hands clenched in fists and leaning against it.
“Don’t play dumb. You know I hate it when you dis credit yourself.” He finally looked out you. there was pain in his eyes. You kept your mouth shut, but stared at him. “I think my feelings for you have been made rather clear. I could not be outright with them because of how much it would complicate things, but I am beginning to care less and less about being proper and formal.” He ran two hands through his hair frustratedly. “Y/N, my feelings run deeper ever day. I did not view you a friend or as a woman I was almost with.” He stared pointedly at you. “I view you as the woman I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with. I can’t deny that anymore.”
You had never seen Thomas so raw with emotion. You had seen him angry before, but it was always covered with snide remarks and confident smirks. You had seem him upset, but that side of him dissipated quickly. You were at a loss for words. He sighed and sat on the edge of his band with his head in his hands.
You were very conscious of the various house aides that could walk by at any moment, but you cautiously walked over to him.
“Thomas,” you placed a hand on his shoulder gently. He looked up at you desperately.
“I love you.” he whispered like he was just fully realizing it for the first time.
“Thomas, please don’t do this.” Your voice wavered. You could hardly stand to look at him.
“Y/N. Don’t marry him. You don’t deserve that. You deserve to marry for love.” He stood and placed a hand on either side of your face. You kept your eyes at his chest, refusing to look up at him. “Look at me, Y/N. Please just look at me.” You rarely heard his voice so quiet and caring. He lifted your face and you looked in his eyes. “I know you feel the same way. This doesn’t make any sense. You know how wrong it is. You know how right this is.” He took both your hands in his.
“Thomas I-” Before you had the chance to tell him that it was impossible, he’d seized your lips with his. His brow was furrow like this kiss was causing him physical pain. You couldn’t help yourself any longer. You closed your eyes and tentatively leaned into the kiss. Your hand made it’s way to his face. You felt water fall on your cheeks, but you weren’t sure if it was your tears or his anymore.
He pulled away after a moment, and you let out a small sob.
“I need to leave.” You turned away from him quickly, but he managed to catch your arm anyway.
“Y/N. I’m begging you. Just listen to what I have to say.” He paused, but you refused to speak. Tears were openly flowing down your cheeks. “Stay the night. Please.”
All the things he said came flooding to you at once, as did all your happy memories together. You knew the time you had left with Thomas was limited. You turned back at him. He looked so desperate. You bit your lip. This was going to ruin your life.
For anon…reader is Wolverine’s daughter as requested. Enjoy!
You face dropped as a sound reached your ears. You boyfriend, Pyro, noticed. He quirked a curious brow.
“What is it?” “Crud,” you muttered, “You’ve gotta get out of here, now.” “Don’t leave on my account,” a gruff, angered voice growled.
Clenching your jaw, you turned to face your father, who just happened to be Wolverine.
“Dad-” “Don’t ‘Dad’ me, kid,” he interrupted, “Come on, we’re going home.”
You shot a glance at your boyfriend. He was confused.
“No, dad,” you told him, “John and I are on a relaxing date. Well, relaxing until you decided to go into dad mode.” “Dating? Is that what you just said?” You cocked a brow. John grabbed your hand. “Yes sir,” he responded. He ignored Pyro. “Listen Y/N. Your little boyfriend here is part of the Brotherhood, so he ain’t your boyfriend. Got it? We’re leaving. He stays.” You crossed your arms before smirking. “Guess you’ll have to catch us first.”
Without hesitation, you snatched John’s wrist and sprinted away. You knew your father was agile, but you were younger. You could outrun him anytime. Having some of his mutations was helpful. You giggled happily as you glanced back at John. When you were far enough away, you slowed down.
“Did-Did we just run from Wolverine?” he asked slightly shocked, “Your dad’s gonna kill me.” You chuckled, pulling him close. “No, he’s not. Not as long as you make me as happy as you do.” He smirked. “Do I now?” he inquired arrogantly.
You nodded before pressing your lips to his. Who cared what your dad thought?
How about a laf x reader where laf has been injured in battle and awakens to a really cute and adorable girl taking care of him and nursing him back to health. They end up hitting it off and later they send each other cute fluffy letters of romance.
Watching the man you were taking care of go in and out of consciousness. You hated the thought of something happening to him so you begged the head nurse to let you stay by his side. You were currently dabbing his head with a cold washcloth. He started stirring and you moved your hand away.
“Sir? Are you okay? Do you remember your name?” The man started mumbling in french and you couldn’t understand anything he said. “Sir, you have to speak in english, I can’t understand you.” He froze looking to where your voice had come from. He was still obviously in shock. You got up to get him some water to drink when he grabbed your arm. “Es-tu un ange?(are you an angel?)” He looked at you with big eyes, you had no idea how to respond. “S-sir, i’m going to get you water. Do you understand water?” He nodded slightly repeating the word water. You left and grabbed the water canteen. Bringing it back to him.
“Here you go,” You held the canteen to his lips so he could drink without getting up. When the canteen was empty he still tried to sit up. “Sir, you need to lay back down.” “I-I, What happened?” He was speaking english that was good. “You got shot sir, you’ve been unconscious for a few weeks.” You were speaking slowly so he could understand you. “My friends, the war, what’s happening?” Of course his first thoughts were the war. Before you could say anything you heard loud voices come into the nursing tent.
“Laf? We heard you were okay.” You saw three men run next to the man, you assumed Lafayette. You were pushed out of the way. You excused yourself thinking he would want to see his friends. You went back to checking on other patients hearing the casual flirty remarks. When you walked by his sheet you heard them talking. “I swear! I woke up and there was an angel! She was taking care of me!” You giggled at the thought of him calling you an angel. Suddenly a short man with a dark haired pony tailed came out.
“Ma’am, do you know where the nurse is that’s been taking care of my friend?” You smiled, “That would be me.” He grinned grabbing your hand and pulling you into the ‘room’. “Hey Laf, look.” The man looked up at you and his his went wide. “Y-you…” You giggled. “Everything alright?” He was speechless, he had honestly thought you were an angel who was saving him. “Y-yes. I’m fine. I just.” He started blushing like mad. “Well if everything is fine i’ll be going. You’re free to leave when you feel ready.” You started to walk out of the ‘room’ “WAIT!” You turned around eyebrows raised. He looked at his friends and they all walked out of the room.
“Thank you for saving me.” You blushed, “Well, that’s my job.” He smiled. “Can I have your name or do I have to keep calling you angel?” You looked down blushing until you felt your face being lifted and you were looking him in the eyes. His hand traveled down to yours and he brought to his lips. “Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but Lafayette will do for you angel.” Your face turned red again. “(Y/n) (l/n).” He smiled. “You better expect me to write you.” He stated, still holding onto your hand. “Well Lafayette, you are free to go, you are aware of that yes?” He nodded leading you out of the tent. “I only want to go with you to dinner.” You were shocked at how forward he was but nodded none the less. Lafayette was a charmer, and you would never get sick of him.
No one but Jared could get my body so turned on, so quickly. Literally, in a matter of minutes I was dripping so much my crotch was already soaked. For him, I was that easy.
“They are Sir, very wet.” I told him as I hooked my index finger around the crotch and pulled them aside, showing him exactly what was his.
After all of our times together, he had certainly built up my self esteem. Before Jared, I would have been far too shy and embarrassed to do anything like this but within the safety he created, I felt I could do anything.
“What a beautiful sight, baby girl….” He murmured as he rolled to his back and moved the computer to his left side, under his arm.
I knew that spot well. Instead of my body being in his nook, it was the computer.
“I wish you were here. I miss your hands on my body, Sir.” I practically moaned.
I could only see his chest and face, his right arm was extended down his body out of frame. But when I closed my eyes, I could see his long, graceful fingers wrapped around his girth as he slowly pumped his hard cock.
“Not as much as I do, baby, trust me.” He said, his eyes filled with the same want that was so clear in mine as well.
I could feel my pussy throb and it made me desperate for relief. Spreading my legs a little wider, I reached my left arm under my leg. Using my fingers, I opened the lips of my pussy more for him to see.
“May I touch myself, Sir? Please?” I asked, knowing I sounded desperate but that exactly how I felt.
“You may, baby girl. Slip those fingers through your wetness then hold them up for me to see..”
His voice was thick with lust and as I did as he told me to, my head fell back against the chair. Starting at my opening, I dipped my index and middle fingers just so slightly inside my body then dragged them to my clit using my finger tip to circle it.
My entire body physically vibrated.
“That’s my good girl. Now show me your fingers.” Jared said, leaning into the camera.
Lifting my head from the back of the chair and opening my eyes, our eyes connected on the screen. Sitting up just enough, I brought my slick fingers closer to the camera so he could clearly see.
Jared licked his lips as he watch them come closer into view, “Since I’m not there to lick them clean, do it for me, baby girl. Taste yourself.” He commanded.
“Yes, Sir.” I said.
My eyes never left his as I brought my slick fingers to my lips. Tracing my lips first before slipping them into my mouth. As I sucked them clean, I saw Jared lean back a little further, adjusting is computer further away. I liked this position better. I could see what he was doing to himself more clearly now.
“Thank you, Sir.” I said, knowing that he adjusted the view for my pleasure.
“You’re welcome, baby girl.”
Just as I imagined, his hand was tightly wrapped around his hard, veiny cock. Jared set a slow and steady pace, as his hooded eyes watched my movements. Stroking from base to tip, I watched pre-cum pool at his tip. Using his thumb to swipe across it, I could practically taste him on tongue.
All of this was becoming too much for me, I wanted to cum.
“Slide those finger in your pussy, baby girl.” Jared said as his hand stroked a little faster. “Use your fingers just like I use mine..”
I swear he can read my mind.
I nearly came as I slid my wet fingers as deep into my pussy as I could push them. I was doing everything exactly the way he has fingered me in the past. With my eyes glued to Jared’s hand, I began to mimic his strokes. Using my thumb on my other hand, I started to make steady circles against my clit.
I was almost there.
“Sir….” I said but stumbled on the rest as I tried to control my body needing permission to cum.
“Let go baby, I want to watch you fall apart.” Jared murmured as he dragged his fingertips up his chest to tease his nipple. “Cum, baby girl.” He commanded.
That was all I needed to hear. The first pulse of my orgasm rocketed through my body causing me to throw my head back against the chair with a moan. Riding my fingers through each wave, even through it all, I STILL wished he was here with me.
As my body slowly started to come down, I opened my eyes just in time to see him throw his head back. He was ready to cum too. One hand had a hold of his balls and the other quickly stroked his ridged length. I heard him deeply inhale then watched as pulse after pulse shot warm sticky cum across his tummy.
Watching him cum is so erotic. Not just because of the act itself but more so because it’s one of the few chances you get to see him completely open and free. It’s raw emotion and with someone like him, so in control, so precise in everything he does, moments of pure freedom were rare.
In this moment, we were both quiet as we regarded each other with soft smiles. Our bodies were stated. My emotions, however, were not and this just made me miss him more than ever. Not that I really wanted him to see that though. I didn’t want to seem as needy as I suddenly felt.
“I needed that, baby, thank you.” Jared said, sounding less exhausted than he was before.
“I did too.” I said quietly looking away.
Pushing himself up into a seated positing, I did the same. I quickly reached down for my shirt and slipped it on. Now if someone knocked, at least it wouldn’t be a problem. Even with my moaning, we didn’t draw attention, thank goodness.
Jared looked around then lifted his hand, still dripping with cum . The face made, made me laugh. Moving his hand closer to the camera, he wanted me to see.
“I like it better when you’re here to clean up my mess.” He said, being his cheeky self trying to lighten the mood.
Damn, nothing gets past him. I will not let him see me sad!!!
“Believe me, I would love to still be with you to clean up that mess…looks like it’s a pretty big one.” I joked back.
“It is. You’ve been gone almost a week so it’s had time to build up.” He said with a chuckle as he used his shirt to wipe his hands then clean his tummy.
“Seems longer..” I said, “one and a half more to go.”
“When’s your flight out?” Jared asked but didn’t give me time to answer, “Ya know what? Tomorrow, I want you to send me your calendar, okay?”
I was getting tired just as he seemed to be getting a second wind. I’m not even sure how that’s possible at three thirty in the morning after he ran around stage for two hours but clearly it is.
“Of course.” I nodded, “You look like you’re getting a second wind. That’s not good, you’ll be so tired tomorrow. Don’t you have a show?”
“I do feel like I’m getting a second wind but I know once we hang up I’m gonna crash. I haven’t been sleeping very well.” He explained.
That worried me and surprised me a little too. He slept like a rock while we were in Chicago. Maybe it’s just the craziness of tour life since he really didn’t seemed worried about it. That was okay, I probably worry enough for both of us anyway. That worry must have been written across my face as I caught him rolling his eyes at me.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I can sleep in, the show is late tomorrow night.” He said. “I’m the ones home needs to be worried. I know where you are, I was reading about it on the plane. I didn’t realize Kisangani was in the Congo.” He said sounding a bit irritated. “It’s dangerous.”
“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I said, rolling my eyes which he clearly didn’t like.
What’s good for the goose wasn’t good for the gander.
I was used to family and friends being worried but travel to the more dangerous parts of the world was always part of my job. Really, the travel is one of the biggest reasons I love my job the way I do. I’ve just never been one to live in fear. Yes, it can be a dangerous place, but so can Chicago. Unfortunately, that’s just the world we live in. People in desperate need do desperate things. It has a way of pushing people to the brink and it’s my job to help alleviate that as much as possible.
“You better be..” He said. It almost seemed like he wanted to say more but stopped himself and changed the subject. “I want you to get to bed, you don’t have the same freedom to sleep in like I do. Email me as soon as you’re back in your room so I know you’re safe, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I said leaning into the camera and blowing him a kiss. “Thank you for tonight, it was fun.” I said with a smile.
Smiling back, he said, “It was fun.. I’m proud of you for making it happen, baby girl.”
Our eyes connected as we sat quietly watching the other. Our time together was ending and I don’t think either of us were really ready.
“I really miss you.” I said as my fingers instinctively went to the necklace he gave me.
I smiled as he watched my fingertips graze over the connected rings.
“I miss you too, baby girl.” He said smiling back. “Now go to bed.”
It was time to say that dreaded good bye. Why does it have to be so hard?
“Okay, I will.” I said as I bit my quivering lip.
Don’t start crying. Don’t start crying.
“Disconnect the call, baby girl.” He commanded.
He knew me too well. I would have gladly stayed here all night and slept on the desk if it meant staying connected to him. But, he would never let that happen.
“Yes, Sir…. Good night.” I said as I hit ‘End Call’.
Tears pooled in my eyes as I finished getting dressed. By the time I was ready to head out, I was able to pull myself back together; at least on the outside.
Thinking about Jared, about us together, I don’t know how this happened. I don’t know if it’s solely because of the nature of our dynamic or if it’s just a combination of everything all mixed together but I have never in my life had such a strong connection, such a strong desire for anyone else, not ever. He became my compass, something I have never had and I felt a bit emotionally lost without him here.
As I walked back across the street to my room, I could only hope it wouldn’t be too long before we could see each other again. Or that I could wrangle in my feelings because this kind of longing was so much harder than I ever imagined.
“$6.50 is your change, sir,” I hand the man his money from across the counter. “Have a good day!” He smiles and takes his change before leaving the cafe, the light bell ringing behind him. It’s a slow Tuesday at Ella’s Espresso, the cafe that I work at. The usual customers come in, only to order their usual orders and leave in the same usual way before coming back again the next day to repeat themselves. Honestly, it would be nice to switch things up and add some excitement to our small cafe on the corner. Nowadays, the highlights of my days at work are refilling the sugar packet holders and finishing up some work for school.
“Hey, Y/N,” Josie, an older co-worker of mine, stops me from typing up the rest of my English paper. “Mind taking over the register and barista area, while I go and grab us some lunch?” I survey the empty cafe and nod, thinking we’ll have a pretty slow day anyway. I nod, giving her my order, and move my work station down to the register just in case I actually have to wait on someone.
The sounds of the bells on the door disrupt me, once again, from my essay with only a few more sentences left to it. Closing my laptop, I look up to come face to face with the boy of my dreams: Dylan O’Brien himself. To say I have a crush on the guy is a complete understatement. I’ve been watching him on Teen Wolf since the first episode ever, and made it my duty to watch him in his other projects as well. I knew he was taking a little break before his interviews for season 5B of Teen Wolf, but didn’t expect him to be hanging around this little part of Cali. I pretend not to watch him as he walks into the cafe, scanning the room with a light smile on his perfectly pink lips surrounded by the light scruff on his perfect face. As he nears the register, I suppress the butterflies in my stomach and wipe my sweaty hands on my apron. He’s just a regular guy, I think to myself. Who’s also famous and extremely attractive and everything you could possibly want in a boyfriend!
“Welcome to Ella’s Espresso!” I say in my most calm tone of voice that I can get out without freaking out and freaking him out as well. “What can I get you today?” Dylan scans the menu, his tongue sticking out a little from the corner of his mouth. I smile to myself as he tries to decide what he want, eventually giving up.
“Actually,” He says from his perfect lips to me. “What would you recommend, Beautiful?” Some needs to hit me with a bat or something. He did NOT just call ME beautiful! Alright, keep it together. So far, so good.
“Personally,” I tell Dylan, the blush on my cheeks still clearly evident. “I’d get the iced white chocolate mocha, since it’s pretty hot out, and a blueberry scone, if you’re feeling peckish,” Dylan nods, taking my notes into consideration.
“You know what? I’ll take your word and get what you said,” I nod, making his order with a smile, secretly screaming on the inside.
“Here you go, Dylan!” I hand him his drink and take away bag. “I love your work, by the way. Stiles is my favorite,” Dylan blushes and swipes his card before taking the bag and drink.
“Wow, thanks so much, Y/N!” My eyes widen and I blush even more that he knows my name. “Name tag,” he adds, answering my unsaid question. “And thanks so much for the food!” I smile and push a strand of hair behind my ear.
“No problem! Have a good day, Dylan!” I give him a small wave as he waves back while walking towards the door. Before grabbing the handle to leave, Dylan stops abruptly, coming back to the register. Oh, God! I think to myself. I must have screwed up his order or something. Good going, Y/N! “Something wrong with your order?” I ask him, as he sets his stuff on the counter.
“Yeah, actually,” Dylan smirks, licking his lips. “It doesn’t have your number on it”.
*sorry it’s so short, it’s just been a while since I wrote something for you guys! New imagine on New Year’s!*